Depression is thick, black ink seeping throughout a beautiful mind and tinting every thought, step or thing that slips through. The control clasps hold of every ***** and every moment of your life, crushing your bones whilst their arms becomes your only comfort.

Your body comes heavy with exhaustion and every moment becomes a dusty haze, thoughts distant from the world around. You would give every breath to live a life of happiness and the beauty of the imaginary world entices you in and becomes your escape through your broken mind. The prettiness and delicacy clouds the loneliness and search for escape, mixed up and confused thoughts, flitting from self hatred and absorption to obsession for perfection. Your thoughts, black and murky destroy you, and then  you realise, you're alone.